Postcards always spoil my holidays.Last summer,I went to Italy.I visited museums and sat in public gardens.A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian.Then he lent me a book.I read a few lines,but I did not understand a word.Everyday I thought about postcards.My holidays passed quickly,but I did not send cards to my friends.On the last day I made a big decision.I got up early and bought thirty-seven cards.I spent the whole day in my room,but I did not write a single card!
